Threat

The blade shattered the firmament, and the galaxy was annihilated!

Yang Qingyun simply could not imagine what level one had to reach to possess such terrifying power!

Before a single blade like this,

even the lofty Grandmasters who walked among mortals in the current Seven Nations martial world were probably not even one ten-billionth of its equal!

It was even a level above the might of the battle that had taken his life in his Previous Life and affected the world for ten thousand miles!

"Who was the master of that blade, and whom were they fighting? What kind of terrifying existence could smash apart such a blade light that cleaved through the heavens with a single strike?"

Countless thoughts flashed through Yang Qingyun's mind.

He drew several deep breaths before finally suppressing the tremors in his heart.

Although he had been reborn thirty years in the past, the him from his Previous Life had been no more than an insignificant ant before the vast world.

His footsteps had not even carried him beyond the Seven Nations martial world, a tiny corner of this world.

The great age of Spiritual Qi Resurgence, the countless immortals and gods high above the Nine Heavens, the unimaginable Martial Path experts—none of these things had had much to do with him.

"Spiritual Qi Resurgence, the Xuantian Realm's invasion, battles between immortals and gods... I wonder whether that battle had anything to do with the Spiritual Qi Resurgence. Or perhaps the Xuantian Realm's invasion has already begun, and the Martial Path experts standing at the peak of this world are fighting to the death with the great beings of the Xuantian Realm?"

Yang Qingyun raised his head and gazed at the endless starry sky above, his eyes deep.

His thoughts seemed to cross heaven and earth, reaching that terrifying battlefield where the remnants of the blade light had appeared.

"Although I have laid a solid foundation by relying on my rebirth, I am still a long way from the summit of that path of cultivation."

Yang Qingyun let out a long sigh.

Over these days, he had repeatedly succeeded in challenging those above his level with his Martial Path cultivation, and had never encountered an opponent. He had inevitably developed a trace of pride.

But at this moment,

it all vanished without a trace.

No matter how much you challenged those above your level, no matter how dominant you were, even if you reached the peak of your Previous Life,

you were ultimately only ruling a tiny puddle.

Before the vast, boundless ocean—and before those existences standing at the summit of the path of cultivation—a single breath from them would be enough to annihilate you thousands or tens of thousands of times!

There was nothing to be proud of.

Yang Qingyun exhaled, then took from his robes a strip of silk cloth about a ruler long and wrapped up the fragments before him.

Only when the cloth was fully covering them

did the tangible sharpness that had filled the black fragments earlier disperse along with it.

This made Yang Qingyun let out a long breath.

"This fragment has fallen here for several years, yet it still carries a sharpness that makes people afraid to look directly at it. This is the remnant aura of the Blade Path will left by the master of that blade's fragment. If I take it back and meditate on it regularly, it will certainly benefit my Blade Path tremendously!"

Yang Qingyun thought to himself.

The blade light that had cleaved through heaven and earth earlier had undoubtedly left a deep impression on him.

He could sense that the blade force he had been "hiding" in his heart had been worn down by that boundless sharpness, losing some of its edge and becoming slightly more rounded.

This had given him a faint improvement in his understanding of the road ahead for his Blade Path.

Yang Qingyun believed

that as long as he returned and meditated on the Blade Path will remaining in this fragment for some time, his comprehension of the Blade Path would certainly rise to another level!

After stowing away the wrapped fragment,

Yang Qingyun continued digging downward.

Soon, he dug out several grayish-white stones the size of fists. Within them seemed to be a trace of smooth jade-colored substance.

"These should be spirit stones, but after so many years, the Spiritual Qi inside has already dissipated."

"What a pity."

Yang Qingyun shook his head slightly.

These spirit stones had probably been carried here together with the fragment when it fell.

Unfortunately, after suffering the ravages of the Nine Heavens astral winds and remaining here for several years, the Spiritual Qi inside had long since been completely exhausted.

But perhaps precisely because of this,

a spirit ginseng had been born here, and this Jade Bamboo Dragon had grown as well.

Yang Qingyun continued searching the surrounding area carefully.

After confirming that he had found no other gains, he prepared to carry away the Black Panther Demonic Beast's corpse on the ground.

Above the sky,

a powerful voice carrying a trace of smugness came from beyond the dense fog, enveloping the entire valley:

"The boy inside, your two subordinates have already fallen into Zhao's hands. I'll count to ten. If you still don't come out, don't blame Foreman Zhao for being ruthless!"

The powerful voice echoed throughout the valley. The speaker had clearly used his Qi and Blood power to amplify his shout.

Yang Qingyun's expression changed slightly.

He suddenly remembered something.

"Six Doors."

With a grim expression, he put away the gains from this trip. Then his figure flickered several times, and in the space of a few breaths, he reached the outskirts of the Cloudmist Valley.

However, Yang Qingyun did not immediately go out. Instead, he stopped.

Using the concealment of the dense fog and trees, he stood hidden and observed the situation outside.

Through the dense fog, Yang Qingyun could vaguely see seven figures gathered outside.

The person at the head wore a flying-fish uniform and had a square face. He should be Foreman Zhao from the voice.

Behind him, Yang Qingyun could vaguely see the father and son, Wang Zhu and Wang Xiaoshi, as well as a villager dressed like a hunter. They were kneeling on the ground, each with a blade pressed against his neck.

Three constables in official uniforms were holding knives against their throats.

"Three, two, one. Not coming out, huh? Fine. Do it—kill one first!"

The leading Foreman Zhao leaned his long saber against the ground and counted halfheartedly. Seeing that no one had appeared in the dense forest ahead, he gestured to one of his subordinates behind him.

The subordinate constable nodded, raised his knife, and was just about to hack down at the mountain villager's neck.

However,

at that very instant,

a pebble shot through the air and struck the descending blade with a clang, knocking it aside.

Yang Qingyun's figure

slowly emerged from within the Cloudmist Valley.

"Young Master Yang!"

When Yang Qingyun appeared, joy spread across the faces of Wang Zhu and Wang Xiaoshi, who were kneeling on the ground. But soon, the joy on Wang Zhu's face turned into deep guilt.

"Young Master, we fell for it. We walked right into their trap."

Wang Zhu lowered his head, his face full of shame, not daring to look at Yang Qingyun.

"I thought we had caught some big fish, but it turns out to be nothing more than a little devil."

"Heh heh. Although those bastards have been suppressing me, I, Zhao Qing, have still been a foreman in the Six Doors for ten years. A mere peasant dares to spy on Foreman Zhao? Are you people making a joke?"

Zhao Qing sneered, his eyes fixed on Yang Qingyun with a face full of mockery.

In truth, the moment he entered the village, he had seen at a glance that Wang Zhu and Green Stone Village were completely out of place. He simply had not shown that he had noticed.

Later, when Wang Zhu began monitoring him, he became even more certain that something was suspicious.

However, intending to cast a long line to catch a big fish, Zhao Qing had acted as if nothing were wrong and made no move.

Only after confirming that the person behind Wang Zhu had appeared

did he suddenly launch his attack!

"Boy, you've got quite some nerve, daring to spy on someone from the Six Doors!"

"Hand over everything you brought out of there. Otherwise, don't blame Foreman Zhao for showing you no mercy!"